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The other day I received an e-mail from an organization that caters to seniors (of which I’m a member) and that has a 4 letter acronym as a title. This organization was offering a series of free classes in how … Continue reading →

There has been one issue that has occupied my mind for quite some time. Recently, I listened to a report that put my brain on high alert based on the fear that humans have run out of time. Here’s my … Continue reading →

According to Ancestry dot com, my DNA is a mishmash of curious combinations. While the main classifications that they identified held no great surprises, after seeing my DNA pie chart, I’m left with unexplainable images of a debonair Italian troubadour … Continue reading →

It has been a while since I’ve written about foster care, but I felt that I needed to share this. If you know anything about foster care, then you know that one of the main objectives is reunification of the … Continue reading →

As a reader, I have a general book length that I prefer reading. As a writer, I found I did, too. When I wrote my first book, it just naturally came out to about 75,000 words which equals roughly between … Continue reading →

A local television station is the link between a murderer and his victims. But why is he killing seemingly random people? An insurance salesman, a police officer and a hitchhiker; the police cannot connect the victims to each other much less to the killer.

The questions haunt Vince Williams as he takes charge of the task force set up to stop the serial killer. When the team comes too close to answers, the killer makes a bold and very personal move against Vince. As Vince races to find the killer and rescue his fiancé, he is haunted by the killer’s calm promise to destroy the woman Vince loves. Vince will do anything to save her. Anything.

Paul J. Stam: It was fantastic. Of course I didn’t know at the time how absolutely fantastic it was. Growing up in Central Africa I was aware that it was not the usual American childhood, but it was mine. I didn’t know how special it was until I came to the United States when I was fifteen and discovered that you didn’t have to raise the vegetables, or slaughter your own livestock to eat. You could just go to a store and buy it.